Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by EPMD. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.